My worth is in my lost dreams, it lurks is in the crevices my broken heart;

It can be found in the ambitions I killed, it lives in the compromises I chose to reach.

My worth is in every no I said to myself when I could have
said yes, in every yes I said when I should have said no;
It is in every dream I should have nurtured but decided to let it go, and every relationship I murdered for the sake of another to grow.

My worth lives inside every friend I lost, it lays dead is in every love I left in the past, my worth is in my failures, my vices, my demons, and my choices.
It lives inside the rejections and my abjection, it thrives on my
heartache and my heartbreaks.

My worth is in all that I should have seen, should have done,
could have been,
It is in the truths that I should have perceived, in the life I could have achieved.

No wonder it is in a deep pit, along with my
soul, spirit, and my being;
So deep inside a gutter that it can no longer be heard, felt, or seen.